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Show UP Daddy s lewd Eveiii$ Fairy Tale rfVMARY GRAHAM BONNER . wiimi w mtiw www wow TL MOUSE'8 ADVENTURE "The other night," snld Mr. Mouse to his friend Maxwell Mouse, "I was much frightened and yet I need not have been so. It Is hard to tell when one should be frightened and when It Is not necessary." M "It Is better always to bo careful, said Maxwell Mouse. "True," said Mr. Mouse, "and yet If we nro too careful . we miss bo much. If we never took chances how hungry we would be I "In fact we'd bo lmlf starved. Yd, wo must take .chances. And yet It would bo fine If wo only knew when It wns necessary for us to bo frightened fright-ened and when It wns not necessary." "Lots of things would be nice." said Maxwell, "that can't be. That ono you speak of would be among them," Hut what happened that you were frightened tho other night when you oeed not have been!" "I wns under the kitchen table the table was In tho kitchen," begnn Mr. Mouse. "I was having a little Into supper if crumbs. They were excellent crumbs. It wns Just the kind of n lupper I wanted too. "I didn't feel like anything heavy, you know. Just a bite before I went to bed." That was without a doubt the reason rea-son that tho crumbs wcro left there Instead of anything else," said Maxwell. Max-well. "1'our wishes wero thought about first and they guessed Just what you would wish." "Now Maxwell, Maxwell Mouse." said Mr. Mouse, "you must not Inugh at me. Even If the crumbs were not put there especially for me at least let me have the fun of thinking so or making-believe It wns so." ."If you make 'believe too much," said Maxwell, "you may think that cheeso In a trap Is cheese served to you upon n magnificent platter." "No," said Mr. Mouse, "I will not makc-bellevo that much. Yet It Is because mice can muke-bellcve I am suro that so many of us aro caught In traps. "But tho word hasn't a pleasant sound. I will talk of the crumbs." "Do," said Maxwell Mouse. "I do not like the word traps myself." ''As I was saying I was having a nlco little supper late In the evening of crumbs and all was dark and pleasant pleas-ant and cosy. I Itke It when It Is "That Dear Llttl6 Mouse." dark. I could seo all I wanted to see, Besides I was far busier eating than looking. "Well, what should suddenly appear but a light. Yes, some one hud turned on the light. t "I Just scampered. "Squeal, squeal, how I rani I bounded from under tho table and then under tho kitchen stove and then under un-der tho tubs nnd n clinlr and what do you suppose I heard?" "I can't Imagine," said Maxwell. "The one who had turned on tho light was a lady 1 might tc)l you. And I will tell you that she was a lady. A perfect lady too In my mouse opinion. "She said, " 'Olu look nt that dear Utile mouse. What a pity I frightened html' "Now wasn't that the speech of u perfect lady?" "It was," wild Maxwell. "Seldom does one meet such n perfect lady us that. At least perfect Indies aren't to be seen often by mice. 'Some mny think they know many perfect ladles, hut mice are more particular. par-ticular. Yes, mice are fussy. "But Hait certainly was a nice speech." "Yjps," said Mr. Mouse, "It wns. And n little later on the light went nut and I went bock very softly and quickly quick-ly nnd lightly from the hole where I had been hiding. "And I took my placo under the kitchen table the table which as l told you wos In the kltchcij, 'and there 1 went on with my light supper. "For nune of my supper JiUd been removed becuUse I bad left tho room. |
